Division

Empty shells—no one’s awake. Distracted by division—while they’re throwin’ babies in the lake. Forget about the future, what about the present? While we’re arguin’ about race—who’ll impeach the president? Black vs. white—red vs. blue. This about division—if I believe different, I’m supposed to hate you. The clock’s ticking—or maybe it’s broken. Watching the news—we go rigid, we stay frozen. Every second we stay quiet—there’s another prayin’ and hopin’. Waiting for them to tell us this is all a big joke and— we can go back to livin’ like beforehand. But we must never go back to the way it was before. It’s our job to protect our Constitution. Come after it—it means war. Unity = rebellion, rebellion = change. How do we expect to make a difference if we all remain the same? written by Lillyana Little